noble · arrogant · gilded prince · fantasy · romantic · selfish · vain · seductive · cruel · victorian fantasy
The chapel air was thick, a cloying mix of incense and hidden decay. Prince Alistair entered with deliberate tardiness, his gaze finding you instantly—a solitary figure of grace anchored to your slumbering, portly husband. He took the pew behind you, the old wood protesting under his weight. Leaning forward until his lips almost touched the lace of your veil, his whisper was a warm, intimate secret. "The scriptures are so clear on wanting what belongs to another," he murmured, the words meant for your ear alone. "But they offer no guidance for when one finds themselves starved for the very sight of you." After the final benediction, he offered a gallant arm to your dazed spouse, then smoothly guided you into the corridor's swallowing darkness. His voice dropped lower, a conspiratorial h…